The Devil Woman frowned and said coyly, "Why did you hit me?"
"Did it hurt?"
"Of course it hurt! You used so much force—you nearly broke it. How could it not hurt?" The Devil Woman said angrily. She was certain there would be bruises.
"If it hurt, then that's right," Ye Feng said.
The Devil Woman froze for a moment.
She was very clever and highly perceptive.
"You mean I'm an independent individual? Even though I was split off and manifested, my thoughts and life are independent?" The Devil Woman immediately grasped Ye Feng's meaning.
"That's right. Even a foolish girl can be taught." Ye Feng nodded slightly.
"What do you mean? Am I stupid?" The Devil Woman pouted, rubbing her aching buttocks as she murmured, "You too—every time, you always hit the same place."
"Fine, I'll listen to you. Next time, I'll switch places." Ye Feng smiled.
Though Ye Feng said that, his gaze flicked toward the Devil Woman's curvaceous, still-developing figure.
The Devil Woman was not yet married, and her body had not yet undergone its second development.
Her figure was so voluptuous that even some pregnant women would envy her.
The Devil Woman lowered her head and looked at her chest.
"Uh!"
The Devil Woman's face flushed crimson, her heart stirred by Ye Feng.
"Scoundrel!"
The Devil Woman really wanted to call Ye Feng a scoundrel.
Suddenly, the Devil Woman felt two icy gazes fall upon her.
"Hmm?"
The Devil Woman tensed up.
From afar, she sensed her main body—a woman dressed in a fitted black qipao—watching her from across the distance with icy eyes.
The Devil Woman's heart trembled. Does the main body want to kill me too?
Why did the Devil Woman's main body also want to kill the Secondary Body?
The reason was simple.